Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.